Chapter Five

 

Jillian couldn’t seem to take her eyes of his devilish grin as he leaned over and began messaging the oil into the backs of her legs. His hands were firm as they worked the kinks from her muscles, making her moan softly into the comforter.

“That feels nice,” she said as he worked his palms higher, messaging the oil into the cheeks of her ass.

Jillian closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his fingers as he worked them over her flesh. Some gentle, some hard, the combination had her body melting into the mattress. The scent from the candles and oil filled the room, relaxing her even more.

“If you keep this up I’ll be asleep in minutes,” she murmured.

“Maybe.”

Something hot landed on the cheek of her behind, burning her skin. She gasped and pushed up on her elbows, trying to see around her shoulder what he’d one. Her eyes widened in shock and a surprising tingle of arousal as she watched him bend down and blow softly on the drop of wax that now clung to her skin.

She shivered at the feel of his breath blowing across her burning skin. She watched, stunned as he moved to the other cheek and dropped another bit of wax against her skin. She drew in a sharp, shaky breath as it hit. It burned yes, but at the same time…felt oddly arousing.

He glanced at her through his lashes and his lips spread into the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. No doubt about it. Declan Reed was gorgeous. He bent and blew against the second one, sending goosebumps along her flesh.

He set the candle aside and began to rub oil onto her back and shoulders. He brushed her hair out of the way and pushed her head back down, so she laid on her cheek.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he bent down and kissed just below her ear.

“It’s called wax play,” he whispered. “Did it hurt?”

“A little.”

“But?” he asked, his lips still close to her ear.

Her cheeks flamed hot. “But…but it also felt strangely arousing.”

“Good,” he said as he pushed back up and continued to massage her back.

Jillian closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his hands. He moved one between her legs and gently stroked her pussy. Jillian sighed and lifted her hips. She’d never had foreplay like this. She liked it. A lot.

Declan removed the hand between her legs, and Jillian bit her lip to keep from moaning. She wanted him to put it back. How could she possibly be aroused again already?

He stopped massaging just before another drop of hot wax his the small of her back. Jillian gasped and arched, but this time the burn felt incredibly pleasurable. He blew against it, and she began to lift her ass, arching like a kitten wanting to be pet.

He flicked the cooled wax off her ass with the tip of his finger. “That is very sexy. Roll over.

Jillian rolled over and stared at Declan and his muscular chest. She let her gaze slide down his toned body to his thick cock that now stood at attention. She smiled and started to reach for it, but Declan slapped her hand away.

“I’m not done yet,” he admonished.

Jillian lifted her hands above her head, thrusting out her breasts and giving him a come hither smile. “Are you sure?”

Declan chuckled as he poured more oil into his palm. “I’m very sure. Now lie back, keep your hands above your head like a good girl, and maybe eventually, I’ll let you come again.”

Jillian would’ve laughed at that, but after earlier, she didn’t find it so amusing. If he could make her come four times in a row, she had no doubt he could make her come again. Sex with her fiancé had been good, but even he hadn’t been able to get more than one orgasm at a time out of her.

She watched as he began with her calves, massaging the muscles before moving up to her thighs. When his fingers dug into the muscles there, Jillian closed her eyes and sighed a deep, contented sigh. “This is almost as good as sex.”

Declan’s sexy chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest, making her nipples tingle. He spread her legs and bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of her mound. Jillian moaned and lifted her hips in invitation. If he would just…Declan spread oil down her labia lips and her eyes popped open.

“Um…Declan?”

“Relax,” he said as he straightened back up and began rubbing oil over her stomach. As he came closer to her breasts, the oil on her pussy was forgotten. He put his hands on the underside of her mounds and pushed them up. He bent over and covered one nipple with his hot mouth, sucking hard before moving to the other. When he bit down on her nipple, Jillian arched and cried out in pleasure.

He pulled away and began massaging her mounds, switching between gentle squeezing to harsh pinching. Jillian began to squirm, wanting more, wanting him inside her.

“Declan,” she said on a sigh.

“Patience,” he purred as he reached for the candle on the nightstand.

Jillian held her breath as he tipped the glass holder, spilling the hot wax on the top of her thigh.

She jerked and gasped at the burn, then watched in anticipation as he moved to the other thigh. It hit her skin and she closed her eyes on a moan. How could something so wicked feel so good? He moved higher, dropping wax around each areola. Jillian bit her tongue to keep from telling him to drop it on her nipple. She wanted to feel that burn on her nipple.

Declan hovered over her right breasts, and Jillian arched. “Do it.”

Declan tipped the glass. Wax poured over her nipple nearly sending her straight into an orgasm. Jillian gasped for air and dug her fingers into the comforter. “Oh God.”

He moved the wax lower, dropping it in a straight line to her mound. Jillian held her breath and lifted her hips. She wasn’t exactly sure what she craved. His touch? His cock? The wax?

“Damn. You are so sexy,” he murmured just before tilting the glass holder and letting wax drizzle over her clit.

Jillian screamed as the burn brought on an amazing orgasm. Every part of her shook as pleasure raced through her limbs. Before it was even over, Declan covered himself with a condom, pulled her hips to the end of the bed, threw her legs around his waist, and slid into her so hard, it nearly took her breath.

He held himself still, but she couldn’t. Jillian moaned and ground her pussy against him. “Oh, yes,” she groaned.

Declan moaned as well as he gripped her hips and held her still. He began to move. Slow at first, his girth stretching her walls and stimulating her g-spot. Jillian moved with him as much as he would allow, taking as much of him as he would give. His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped harder, forcing himself deeper.

She could feel the tension around her g-spot build as he dragged his length through her channel. He was careful to keep from hitting her singed clit, but at the moment, Jillian wasn’t sure she would care if he did. That bite of pain from the wax just intensified her pleasure, made her crave more.

“Come with me, Jillian,” he growled.

“Declan,” she panted. “Oh, yes. Please.” She lifted her hips against him. “Right there.”

Declan pressed in deeper, hitting her g-spot and clit at the same time. The pressure against her nub stung, but the pain sent her careening over the edge into an orgasm that seemed to never end.

He pumped a few more times, before finding his own release with a loud growl that made her shiver in delight. She loved that sound he made. It was so sexy and all because of her.

He lowered to his elbows and kissed her forehead. Jillian lifted her chin and caught his mouth. With her hands cupping his cheeks, she kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue between his parted lips to entwine with his. Declan didn’t disappoint. His kiss was demanding, but so soft at the same time. As he pulled away, he sucked her bottom lip between his and let it go with a pop, then placed a soft kiss against her upper one.

She dropped her arms weakly back over her head. “That was amazing.” She smiled, feeling drunk. “You should teach a class.”

Declan’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, stimulating her nipples. Jeez, would this never end?

He placed soft kisses at her temple then lower along her hairline and jaw. “It just so happens, I have.”

She sighed and tilted her head to give him easier access. It would be so easy for her to get aroused again. How did he do this to her?

Think about the class, she thought to herself as she lowered her hands to his wide shoulders. “Did you really teach a class on sex?”

He pushed up on his elbows and looked down at her. His lips were so close. All she had to do was tug him down just a bit and then those glorious lips would be back on hers again.

“Not on sex, exactly, but on flogging.”

Her thoughts moved from his lips to what he said. “Flogging?”

His lips twitched in amusement. “Yes.”

He pulled free of her body, and Jillian made a pouting face as her legs dropped to the bed and her heels hit the floor. She pushed up to a sitting position and watched the muscles covering Declan’s body flex as he moved around the room.

“Is flogging what I think it is?” she asked.

He tossed the condom in the trash and came back to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. His body heat seeped into hers, warming her chilled flesh.

“If you want to know about flogging, you have to come back.”

She reached for the bottle of water, keeping her gaze off his. “I told you. One night only.”

She took a sip of water then set the bottle back down. Declan gripped her chin, turning her face back to his. “If you’re curious about flogging, you’ll have to come back.”

Curious didn’t even begin to cover it. She’d learned something about herself tonight. A few somethings, actually. She liked being tied up. She liked it a little rough with sharp bites of pain. And she definitely liked the wax. Would she like flogging? Possibly. But tonight wasn’t the night to find out, nor would she be coming back. One night. That was it. She had to stick with that.

Besides, hadn’t Declan said he didn’t even live here? He actually lived in Washington. She was curious about what he did, but she refused to let herself ask. The less she knew about him, the better.

But if he lived in Washington… He’d apparently been here long enough to meet Shawn and take him in. And in where exactly? Surely not here. But Declan said he stayed here. Maybe Shawn actually stayed with the other man, Sam. It wasn’t any of her business. She only wanted a one night stand and he gave her that in spades. It was time to move on.

Jillian pulled her chin from Declan’s grip and stood. Her legs shook slightly, and she grabbed the nightstand to steady herself. Declan stood as well and grabbed her elbow.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my clothes. I need to head home.”

“Do I need to call you a cab?” he asked.

His voice was laced with concern, but Jillian ignored it as she wobbled around the room in her heels looking for the shirt he’d discarded earlier.

“No. Deanne and I walked here. Besides, you would never be able to get a cab in here. The quarter’s too crowded.”

“It’s one in the morning, Jillian. I’m not about to let you walk the streets of the quarter alone at this time of night.”

She found her shirt and slipped her arms through the sleeves. “How do the other submissives get home? Do you see all of them to their doors safely?”

He narrowed his eyes in frustration, but still looked just as sexy. “Not personally.”

“Declan, I’ll be fine,” she said as she finished buttoning her shirt and wrapping the belt around it. “I walk these streets all the time.”

“Not dressed like that.”

She snorted as she lifted her head and stared at his incredibly dark blue eyes. “Of course not. I left my coat in the coatroom. I’ll be covered. Now, can I go, Master?”

He took a menacing step toward her, and Jillian actually backed up one. “I’m. Walking. With you,” he said firmly.

Jillian let out a long, ragged breath. She really didn’t want him walking her home. For one, she wasn’t sure she wanted him knowing where she lived and two, if he walked her to her door, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t drag him inside for another round. She really needed this time alone to think and get her emotions back under control. Declan was dangerous for her. Not in a physical way, but an emotional one.

“I can’t talk you out of this?”

Declan shook his head.

She sighed. “Fine.”

Declan dressed quickly then opened the door, allowing her to step out in the hall. Phones had not been allowed in the club and since she wasn’t sure where Deanne ended up, she had no idea how to tell she was headed home.

“I don’t want Deanne to worry,” Jillian said as she followed Declan down the hall toward the stairs. “Is there any way to get her a message?”

“We’ll see if she’s downstairs. If you don’t see her, then maybe send her a text when you get your phone back.”

As they descended the stairs, Declan turned and offered her his hand for support. She took it gladly since she wasn’t used to stairs in high heels. Her normal daily attire was sneakers.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You were a little wobbly earlier,” he replied.

“I’m still a little wobbly. I’m assuming six orgasms have that effect.”

Declan stopped and turned to face her, bringing his lips close to hers. Jillian had to stop herself from closing the distance. “Maybe it wasn’t the orgasms, but you and I together.”

She smiled and bit her lip. He was probably right, but that didn’t mean she would go beyond one night. She had a strict rule and she would stick to it, regardless of how much it killed her to do so. “Find, Deanne,” she said.

Declan chuckled and turned toward the playroom. Despite the hour, it was still full. Her gaze caught a couple at the far side. A woman, naked and tied to an iron X, was being flogged by her dom. With every flick of the short, leather straps the woman cried out in pleasure. Jillian gave the woman a closer look. “That’s Deanne.”

“And that’s flogging,” Declan said softly in her ear.

Jillian turned away, not wanting to see her friend in that position. She was obviously enjoying it, but still, it felt as though she was spying on a moment that should be private.

“It just seems so odd people would do this in public,” Jillian said softly.

“Do you see the crowd watching?”

Jillian turned her gaze back to the scene. There were at least twenty people standing around.

“Master Kent often gives demonstrations on how to flog, which is what he’s doing now.”

Just as Declan said this, the Dom turned and spoke to the crowd watching. Jillian was too far away to hear what he said clearly.

“He gives demonstrations on other things as well, and Deanne often assists him. She enjoys being flogged and also enjoys the exhibition part of it.”

Jillian licked her lips as she tried to imagine what that would be like. “I never knew that. I mean, I knew she liked things kinky, but…” She looked away from the scene once more and scanned the room below. “Is there a bathroom somewhere close? I could use one before we head out.”

Declan pointed toward the bar. “Behind there in the corner. I’ll grab your coat and meet you in the entry hall.”

Jillian nodded and made her way down the stairs as quickly as possible. It wasn’t that she needed to use the bathroom, but more like she needed a breather. Watching the flogging scene, imagining what it might be like to have Declan do that to her, had her cheeks burning and her nipples hard as rocks. She shoved the bathroom door open and turned on the cold water.

Grabbing one of the cloths on the counter, she wet it and rubbed the cool cloth over her face. With a sigh, she lowered it and glanced around the room. The bathroom was as opulent as the rest of the place. Two sinks surrounded by granite faced a large mirror. In the center of the room were four red, thick cushioned chairs, all facing each other. Behind them was an open archway that lead to the stall area. There was even a shower area off to the right.

A tall, exotic woman walked from the stalls toward the sink. “Are you okay?” she asked as she washed her hands. “You look a little stressed.”

The woman’s voice was deep, her face slightly masculine but exotic. Her eyes were slanted, her lips full. She even had a mole on her cheek like some of the old female movie stars. She wasn’t beautiful exactly, but…striking is what came to Jillian’s mind as she looked at her.

Shaking her head slightly, she brought her mind back to the young girl’s question. “No. I’m fine,” Jillian said as she leaned her hips against the sink and fiddled with the rag in her hand.

The woman finished washing her hands and grabbed one of the rags to dry them. “I’m Chloe,” she said. “Didn’t I see you earlier with Master Reed?”

“I’m Jillian,” she said with a soft smile. “And yes. I was.”

The woman looked a bit sad to Jillian. “I’ve never had the opportunity to play with him, but I’ve always wanted to. You’re lucky.”

“I don’t know about lucky,” Jillian murmured.

“Well,” the woman said, her lips spreading into a smile, but her eyes still remained sad. “If you don’t want him, I’ll be more than happy to take him off your hands.”

The woman studied her nails briefly before throwing the rag in the trashcan. There was something about her eyes that seemed familiar but Jillian couldn’t quite put her finger on where she might have seen them before or her.

“You seem very familiar,” Jillian said.

The woman suddenly appeared to become uncomfortable. Without looking at Jillian again, she shook her head and turned to leave the bathroom. “I don’t think so. Have a good night.”

And then she was gone. Jillian’s lips twisted as she watched the door close. That was weird. Shaking her head, she decided to just get out of here and go home. Once she was home, she could hopefully, put Declan out of her mind. Tonight was an eye opener for her, but that didn’t mean her rules had changed. One night stands only. No relationships. She couldn’t go through that kind of loss again. Her love was surgery. Period.

With her resolve firmly in place, Jillian pushed the bathroom door open and headed back out into the club.